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Title: Cell, chapter two.
Character: Eden/Sylar.
Word count: 1,732.
Disclaimer: Do not Own.
Rating: NC-17.
Summery: Eden's thoughts go back to an event with Sylar.
Note: Smut! The call was strong for it! Also the science info is totally from Wiki XD
Eden tapped her stiletto shoe repeatedly on the ground. Her legs kept jittering in nervous impatience. She sat back in her chair and leafed through his report. Medical history, personal…Her eyes kept looking at the blank door in front of her.
Four hours. I can do it within that time and get off the base.
Do what?
Eden got up from her chair in a fluster, pacing up and down the corridor.
See him helpless and under my thumb. To watch him squirm. To delight in the silent scream I will give him, like the one he tore from me…
Eden shivered with the memory. No matter how she tried to suppress it, the event would come back. Self disgust kept her from walking into his cell and seeking revenge; while the desire to act out her intent was battling against it.
Make him come apart…
“Genetic imperative, the biological need, is also theorised to be the basis of monogamy in sexual relationships.” Chandra stood behind his desk, waving a sandwich around as he lectured at her. And Sylar, who was staring intently at the man, eating his words up.
“Since the imperative within organism is to reproduce, the organism tries to prevent other organisms from spreading their genes in the same territory.”
Sylar spoke up “So killing off the competition? The…organism, sees a mate and will kill to keep and sustain life? You’re compelled to…”
Eden watched Sylar speak, her eyes drawn to his lips. He had been enjoying one of her sandwiches, telling her they were nice, before completely tuning her out to listen to Chandra. She wasn’t sure why he was so interested in it, especially as she thought it was connected to specials. Maybe this was just his brand of courtship. Caveman clubbing others hairy cavemen and dragging his helpless mate into a cave. Eden snorted at the image. Loud.
“Something funny?” He looked at her with a supercilious gaze.
“Well no, not really…I just think it’s strange that you think having a relationship with someone is like, well, Neanderthal courtship.” She made her voice momentous “You, woman! Me, man! We will now mate, because we have to. It’s destiny!” Her mocking speech finished with a sarcastic sneer. He was now staring at her like she was some magnetically strange bug.
Chandra stared in trepidation between them. “Y- yes. Like a harmless sheep killing animals for it’s bones to keep it’s self alive. To find and take the best nutrients to prolong life and produce offspring. Of course this is a very clinical way of looking at reproduction, human‘s are of course more…”
His voice trailed off as Sylar leaned down to speak quietly to her. “You might scoff, but it’s true. Men and women go out and work everyday to provide for their families, just as animals do in the wild. Just because we live in the 20th century that doesn’t rule that practise out. Everyone follows their evolutionary imperative.”
Eden raised her eyebrows. “He-hem. And you find that it’s your imperative to go up to a woman just because she’s got nice, wide, childbearing hips? And you can’t expect her to swoon at your feet because it’s you and your proud peacock feathers. I don’t know squat about your love life, but I assure you that doesn’t work.”
His eyes left hers for a moment before meeting them again. He cleared his throat. “I know that. But who said anything about having to acquaint the woman?” With that he picked up a sandwich and took a greedy bite.
Eden sat there in confusion. What the heck is he talking about? Caveman talk again. Eden, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, got up to take a seat at the end of the table. Her eyes fell on his lips again. Jam. Her hand mechanically cupped his cheek while her thumb brushed the strawberry puree off. “You can’t make a woman want you just by thinking it. You’re not some rare one off.” He is. She was looking down into his eyes, eyes that sparkled and crackled with a challenge. Eden was moving her hand away when he caught her wrist and brought her thumb to his lips.
He sucked on it tightly, hot tongue sweeping around the tip and nail. Eden nervously looked at Chandra’s thankfully turned back, then at Sylar. Demonic glee glinted at her as he applied suction. Eden’s mouth hung open. Then he had pulled her digit out and was turning away to talk to Chandra. Damn it to all hell if I’m going to swoon! She thought dazedly. She thinks she might have groaned. No, this is what he means! Before moving away she whispered under her breath “Sorry. This cavewoman isn’t satisfied.” With that she took her seat defiantly. He hadn’t stopped talking to Chandra, but his shoulders had stiffened.
Chandra turned to smile at her. “Thank you for looking after the lizard, while myself and Mr Sylar are away. In fact you might as well keep the key! It only m -.”
Eden’s answer faulted on her lips when she felt something brushing against her inner thigh. She jerked up with a start.
“Eden, are you ok?” Chandra looked at her in mild concern.
“Sorry, I thought…” She waved her hand in the air “I’m fine. Being silly.” She snapped her eyes to Sylar. He was looking at the map with the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.
Hands pressed against her knees and spread them apart from under the table. Not hands! Him! She looked at him in bewilderment as the invisible palms began to rub up and down her skin. She knew he had a power.
“Professor. Do you think that with the right…stimulation, the intended female will accept the male?” Sylar said curiously.
Eden tried to stand but felt a force keeping her in her seat. Invisible fingers brushed down from her belly button to the hem of her knickers. Finger tips trailed over her arms, neck, breasts, everywhere...
“Well the female will be looking for a suitable mate to breed with. But the physical stimulation that the female goes for, like in peacocks, isn’t always the case. The Bowerbird for instance…”
Eden gripped the table edge in a white knuckle grip, only half hearing what was being said. She was becoming increasingly aware of her body’s reaction. Something that felt like a finger trailed down the fabric of her underwear, painfully slowly. The closer it got to her clitoris the more shallow her breathing became.
“…is no way near as flashy as the grand Peacock. This simple, meek looking bird will collect objects to attract a mate.”
Sylar’s face lightened. “Yes, I’ve heard of them. They will spend hours finding rare treasures to display. The more amazing the display, the more brilliant the bird…”
She was soaked through. She bit her lip and kept herself still as the finger lingered, then pressed down on her clit. Then began to rub it in a circular motion. Oh Jesus, I must tell him to stop. Ohh god don’t- ohhhh! Eden quickly placed her hands between her thighs and squeezed her legs shut. As if to trap the building pleasure. Three fingers where stimulating her faster and faster.
“The only problem with a bird as brilliant as that, is that all the females want him!” Chandra and Sylar chuckled. Eden bent her upper body over the table slightly. She was breathing heavily, but softly through her mouth. She could feel her release on a trip-wire. I can’t come! Not here, not like this. I’ve got t - Fuck! Oh fuuuck yes! The fingers where rubbing her into a swelling ecstasy. Then she felt it. Something blunt pushing into her opening. Huge and ribbed. The head started to prise upwards then stopped.
“What do you think Eden?” Sylar was looking at her with cherubic innocence. “Do you think having, and displaying, rare items is much more satisfying evolutionary ability then having some flashy, normal display?”
“I think - I thin” She broke off, panting. Chandra was staring at her. As was Sylar.
“Hmm? Think what?”
The phallus moved further up her vagina, gliding against her sopping wet walls.
“God, I think you’re right!”
Sylar smiled in satisfaction before turning to Chandra.
“Do you think we could have more tea?” He watched the short man walk to the kitchen cabinet, Chandra to intent on his task to pay attention to her. Sylar’s eyes swung back to her. He licked his lips.
And the cock shoved up her forcefully, stretching her walls and cavity to capacity. She was now almost pressed over the table, standing up from her chair, as the force quickly and smoothly fucked her, making her hips and ass jerk forward rhythmically. She bit down on her palm, gulping down air, eyes switching between him and Chandra. The fingers on her clit where swirling in small, hard circles, the pressure against her flesh now. A continuous low whining noise issued from her throat, blocked by her hand. Not- hands were grabbing and cupping her breasts, while fingers twisted and pulled on her nipples.
“See? It’s part of evolution that you would respond.” He bent over the table to whisper for her alone. “But I’m the superior mate that someone like you will never have. Come now.”
The cock froze after pumping hard, fully submerged in her, throbbing. She realised a silent scream as she climaxed, flexing and flowing heavily around the phallic object as her clit was worked fiercely. Her body twitched and shuddered as the kettle whistled. Then she was empty inside, her body free from restraint. She shakily sat up from the table and wobbly made it to her feet. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. Her hand cupped her cheek.
Eden stared at the sleeping man through the glass. She remembered the way she had quickly left, muttering something about needing an inhaler.
I liked it. I enjoyed what he did. That filthy, murdering bastard made me -
Eden put a clamp down on her angry thoughts. For months she had lived with her shame and guilt. But now she had the opportunity to do something to atone for her transgression.
I need to think clearly. I need to plan what I’m going to do. I can’t just go in there in a rage.
He’ll pounce on me…
Character: Eden/Sylar.
Word count: 1,732.
Disclaimer: Do not Own.
Rating: NC-17.
Summery: Eden's thoughts go back to an event with Sylar.
Note: Smut! The call was strong for it! Also the science info is totally from Wiki XD
Eden tapped her stiletto shoe repeatedly on the ground. Her legs kept jittering in nervous impatience. She sat back in her chair and leafed through his report. Medical history, personal…Her eyes kept looking at the blank door in front of her.
Four hours. I can do it within that time and get off the base.
Do what?
Eden got up from her chair in a fluster, pacing up and down the corridor.
See him helpless and under my thumb. To watch him squirm. To delight in the silent scream I will give him, like the one he tore from me…
Eden shivered with the memory. No matter how she tried to suppress it, the event would come back. Self disgust kept her from walking into his cell and seeking revenge; while the desire to act out her intent was battling against it.
Make him come apart…
“Genetic imperative, the biological need, is also theorised to be the basis of monogamy in sexual relationships.” Chandra stood behind his desk, waving a sandwich around as he lectured at her. And Sylar, who was staring intently at the man, eating his words up.
“Since the imperative within organism is to reproduce, the organism tries to prevent other organisms from spreading their genes in the same territory.”
Sylar spoke up “So killing off the competition? The…organism, sees a mate and will kill to keep and sustain life? You’re compelled to…”
Eden watched Sylar speak, her eyes drawn to his lips. He had been enjoying one of her sandwiches, telling her they were nice, before completely tuning her out to listen to Chandra. She wasn’t sure why he was so interested in it, especially as she thought it was connected to specials. Maybe this was just his brand of courtship. Caveman clubbing others hairy cavemen and dragging his helpless mate into a cave. Eden snorted at the image. Loud.
“Something funny?” He looked at her with a supercilious gaze.
“Well no, not really…I just think it’s strange that you think having a relationship with someone is like, well, Neanderthal courtship.” She made her voice momentous “You, woman! Me, man! We will now mate, because we have to. It’s destiny!” Her mocking speech finished with a sarcastic sneer. He was now staring at her like she was some magnetically strange bug.
Chandra stared in trepidation between them. “Y- yes. Like a harmless sheep killing animals for it’s bones to keep it’s self alive. To find and take the best nutrients to prolong life and produce offspring. Of course this is a very clinical way of looking at reproduction, human‘s are of course more…”
His voice trailed off as Sylar leaned down to speak quietly to her. “You might scoff, but it’s true. Men and women go out and work everyday to provide for their families, just as animals do in the wild. Just because we live in the 20th century that doesn’t rule that practise out. Everyone follows their evolutionary imperative.”
Eden raised her eyebrows. “He-hem. And you find that it’s your imperative to go up to a woman just because she’s got nice, wide, childbearing hips? And you can’t expect her to swoon at your feet because it’s you and your proud peacock feathers. I don’t know squat about your love life, but I assure you that doesn’t work.”
His eyes left hers for a moment before meeting them again. He cleared his throat. “I know that. But who said anything about having to acquaint the woman?” With that he picked up a sandwich and took a greedy bite.
Eden sat there in confusion. What the heck is he talking about? Caveman talk again. Eden, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, got up to take a seat at the end of the table. Her eyes fell on his lips again. Jam. Her hand mechanically cupped his cheek while her thumb brushed the strawberry puree off. “You can’t make a woman want you just by thinking it. You’re not some rare one off.” He is. She was looking down into his eyes, eyes that sparkled and crackled with a challenge. Eden was moving her hand away when he caught her wrist and brought her thumb to his lips.
He sucked on it tightly, hot tongue sweeping around the tip and nail. Eden nervously looked at Chandra’s thankfully turned back, then at Sylar. Demonic glee glinted at her as he applied suction. Eden’s mouth hung open. Then he had pulled her digit out and was turning away to talk to Chandra. Damn it to all hell if I’m going to swoon! She thought dazedly. She thinks she might have groaned. No, this is what he means! Before moving away she whispered under her breath “Sorry. This cavewoman isn’t satisfied.” With that she took her seat defiantly. He hadn’t stopped talking to Chandra, but his shoulders had stiffened.
Chandra turned to smile at her. “Thank you for looking after the lizard, while myself and Mr Sylar are away. In fact you might as well keep the key! It only m -.”
Eden’s answer faulted on her lips when she felt something brushing against her inner thigh. She jerked up with a start.
“Eden, are you ok?” Chandra looked at her in mild concern.
“Sorry, I thought…” She waved her hand in the air “I’m fine. Being silly.” She snapped her eyes to Sylar. He was looking at the map with the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.
Hands pressed against her knees and spread them apart from under the table. Not hands! Him! She looked at him in bewilderment as the invisible palms began to rub up and down her skin. She knew he had a power.
“Professor. Do you think that with the right…stimulation, the intended female will accept the male?” Sylar said curiously.
Eden tried to stand but felt a force keeping her in her seat. Invisible fingers brushed down from her belly button to the hem of her knickers. Finger tips trailed over her arms, neck, breasts, everywhere...
“Well the female will be looking for a suitable mate to breed with. But the physical stimulation that the female goes for, like in peacocks, isn’t always the case. The Bowerbird for instance…”
Eden gripped the table edge in a white knuckle grip, only half hearing what was being said. She was becoming increasingly aware of her body’s reaction. Something that felt like a finger trailed down the fabric of her underwear, painfully slowly. The closer it got to her clitoris the more shallow her breathing became.
“…is no way near as flashy as the grand Peacock. This simple, meek looking bird will collect objects to attract a mate.”
Sylar’s face lightened. “Yes, I’ve heard of them. They will spend hours finding rare treasures to display. The more amazing the display, the more brilliant the bird…”
She was soaked through. She bit her lip and kept herself still as the finger lingered, then pressed down on her clit. Then began to rub it in a circular motion. Oh Jesus, I must tell him to stop. Ohh god don’t- ohhhh! Eden quickly placed her hands between her thighs and squeezed her legs shut. As if to trap the building pleasure. Three fingers where stimulating her faster and faster.
“The only problem with a bird as brilliant as that, is that all the females want him!” Chandra and Sylar chuckled. Eden bent her upper body over the table slightly. She was breathing heavily, but softly through her mouth. She could feel her release on a trip-wire. I can’t come! Not here, not like this. I’ve got t - Fuck! Oh fuuuck yes! The fingers where rubbing her into a swelling ecstasy. Then she felt it. Something blunt pushing into her opening. Huge and ribbed. The head started to prise upwards then stopped.
“What do you think Eden?” Sylar was looking at her with cherubic innocence. “Do you think having, and displaying, rare items is much more satisfying evolutionary ability then having some flashy, normal display?”
“I think - I thin” She broke off, panting. Chandra was staring at her. As was Sylar.
“Hmm? Think what?”
The phallus moved further up her vagina, gliding against her sopping wet walls.
“God, I think you’re right!”
Sylar smiled in satisfaction before turning to Chandra.
“Do you think we could have more tea?” He watched the short man walk to the kitchen cabinet, Chandra to intent on his task to pay attention to her. Sylar’s eyes swung back to her. He licked his lips.
And the cock shoved up her forcefully, stretching her walls and cavity to capacity. She was now almost pressed over the table, standing up from her chair, as the force quickly and smoothly fucked her, making her hips and ass jerk forward rhythmically. She bit down on her palm, gulping down air, eyes switching between him and Chandra. The fingers on her clit where swirling in small, hard circles, the pressure against her flesh now. A continuous low whining noise issued from her throat, blocked by her hand. Not- hands were grabbing and cupping her breasts, while fingers twisted and pulled on her nipples.
“See? It’s part of evolution that you would respond.” He bent over the table to whisper for her alone. “But I’m the superior mate that someone like you will never have. Come now.”
The cock froze after pumping hard, fully submerged in her, throbbing. She realised a silent scream as she climaxed, flexing and flowing heavily around the phallic object as her clit was worked fiercely. Her body twitched and shuddered as the kettle whistled. Then she was empty inside, her body free from restraint. She shakily sat up from the table and wobbly made it to her feet. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. Her hand cupped her cheek.
Eden stared at the sleeping man through the glass. She remembered the way she had quickly left, muttering something about needing an inhaler.
I liked it. I enjoyed what he did. That filthy, murdering bastard made me -
Eden put a clamp down on her angry thoughts. For months she had lived with her shame and guilt. But now she had the opportunity to do something to atone for her transgression.
I need to think clearly. I need to plan what I’m going to do. I can’t just go in there in a rage.
He’ll pounce on me…